She counted the bells on the flower, gave each a name, hoping it would not make the petals fall. The flower did shiver. There was too much hate & pain. The earth drew it down until the flower could sing it to the wind. The wind blew until that song became too thin to live.

#fromoneline 431

She
counted
the
bells
at
the
unopened
door
grounded
in
the
difference
between
empathy
as
enigma
and
beating
hearts
standing
with
her;
are
we
all
mere
lonely
butterflies
without
hope?

#FromOneLine 431
#WriteMap 604
#BSPP58
#FoxProse
#MoonMystic
#loveletters
#OurPoetryX

Kids collect the weirdest stuff.

#FromOneLine 431 #poetry #writing

She counted the bells
She does it every day
Then she returns to her chores
Bells don't mean anything to her
or the counting
Yesterday she lost her best friend
Today was another day
She gathered herself
She heard them once more
And once more
She counted the bells
#FromOneLine

ѕнє ¢συитє∂ тнє вєℓℓѕ, 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘸 under the #benighted sky. Would the #island reappear this year? The tears #blur her eyes; She won’t see the water #percolate. Every year at this time she comes and hopes.

#FromOneLine 431 #BlueSkyRemnant #wss366 #vss365 #vssdaily #BraveWrite

She counted the bells
Like claps of thunder
Without knowing
The measure of distance
#fromOneLine 431 #writingprompts

She counted the bells
ringing in her ears

Drowning out the voices
whispering sweet nothings

Tension's dam breaks

Overwhelming the senses

Flooding her emotional reservoir
with conflicting feelings
impossible to reconcile
within the tempest

#FoxProse #fromoneline #poetry #poem #amwriting

#FromOneLine #431

she wandered the streets
looking disheveled
muttered quietly
made no eye contact
people stepped aside
no one understood
she counted the bells
the world was alright

She counted the bells and skipped along the sidewalk doing her best to match each chime. Watching each breath escape her lips, she gazed up at the heartbroken clouds and anticipated small tears escaping their graying fringe. Daylight was surprised by the swiftness of the night.

#FromOneLine 431

#FromOneLine 431

She counted the bells, tolling gloomily in the coal-stained fog clinging to the cobblestones. The sour mist reeked of roasting mutton, cheap pipe tobacco, & the sulphur of coal fires. She counted the bells over the clatter of iron-rimmed wheels & the cries of street urchins.

She counted the bells
as they burst the hush
delighting sounds; a spell on air
She counted the bells
stories they tell
this magic rush
She counted the bells
as they burst the hush

#FromOneLine 431
#Triolet #TrioletPoetry

She counted the bells; listening as the slow, sonorous tolling echoed around the narrow valley.
A nice tradition, she supposed, although she did wish it didn’t affect her the way that it was.
The desire to count each strike wasn’t that unusual,
#FromOneLine

#She #counted #the #bells
on the faded papered walls
a #different #light #sailed #over the hall
cloaked in her matted #fur
a house cold as ice
she had run out of #funds
so her #snack was plain #rice

#fromoneline
#BSPP58
#vss365
#thingstowriteabout
#WildWalkPrompt
#vssdaily
#vssmagic
#WIPSnips

She counted the bells ön Sunday morning -

one for luck,
two for courage,
three for joy
four for love,
five for a kiss,
six for a wish,
seven for health,
eight for wealth,
nine for a dream,
ten for sleeping in late.

#FromOneLine

She counted the bells
as she sailed away,
slippery sycophants
be damned,
escape
was
hers

#fromoneline 431 #vss365 #inkMine #poetry

She counted the bells. They were difficult to hear over the sounds of battle. At midnight, the carriage still turned into a pumpkin. Each night, she ripped off a piece and prepared the only hot meal anyone could get inside the besieged castle’s walls.

#fromoneline

The fields are black

As dark as the souls
of the spineless sychophants
who look the other way
and rationalize the hypocrisies
of the monster who weaponizes
hatred and prejudice
on a scale never before seen

#fromoneline #bravewrite #inkmine #poetry #poem #amwriting

She counted the bells as she stood on the balcony above the church square. Forty seven... Forty eight... It was a compulsion. In her mind, she hung onto each slow toll as it shimmered across the red tiled rooftops of the village. Fifty one... Fifty two...

#FromOneLine 431

she counted the bells
another quarter hour
of isolation
#FromOneLine #haiku

#FromOneLine 431
#prompt She counted the bells
#vss @fromoneline.bsky.social